"...sa pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ni ni da ma pa...[1]" Flowed into my ears, a song with a rich combination of what could have possibly been the best instruments, as we overtook a lorry. On the way back to Delhi from Neemrana, where we zipped on non-electric cables frm one hill to other over the fort. We woke up at 6:30 am, got ready as soon as possible picked up cameras and set out to reach there, it was the "free" factor that drove us. Yeah flyingfox started it recently, they were promoting this sport by offering free packages for the first three days. The day went perfect, everyone dozed off in the taxi but me. I was in co-driver's seat with my shuffle pumping hours of music into my ears. I remember that voice, i heard it so many times, i could easily recognise even if that person catches a bad cold. I heard it on the entire journey to and from amritsar. I should not forget to mention Golden temple and Jallian Wala bagh, though the latter turned famous because of the massacre. The entire patriotic thing drives me crazy sometimes, "are these people really worried about their country / are they just raising their voices to show off.", looking at cheering crowd at wagah border retreat parade. Even there my senses could not let go the song played and the voice heard [2]. The military guys performed it wonderfully, the way they brought both the flags down at sunset and the entire setup was really mind-blowing. During all the journeys one question traveled in my mind on-and-on, "Is this world ready to spread name of the genius, is it ready to discover the genius" The question got a little intense after he recieved golden globe for music of Slumdog Millionaire. On Thursday, the nominees list for oscars will be out. If I was on the panel no wonder I would not have considered that music for oscars, not after listening to the entire music he has composed so far. "Jai ho" as it claims is not even close to the best of the songs he has composed. He did'nt rise slowly like other music directors, it was an impulse. He just started off and never, not even once, another music director could compete with this maestro. Nobody in India composed for 16 years straight, moulding the music as the trend changed. He put bhangra dolls, scratch effects, sitars, electric guitars to make it sound happy, sad, lucky or whatever is the emotion required. He happened to be the change that happened to Indian music, humbly he claims it's god who is doing all this. Totally ethical, so far scores composed by him were copied even by hollywood movies, some acknowledged and some were'nt.

[1] - song frm Yuva
[2] - Maa Tujhe Salaam

Such a lovely place, such a lovely place

Unfortunately i came to know that i effortlessly disappointed countably large number of my blog viewers with the revelation of my attitude towards birthdays. For those who wanted to argue, make a point in comments rather than arguing in messenger with me. After a long time, i sit down to write a blog, not ever did i feel so different writing a blog. I completely feel like empty minded, i got it refreshed among the valleys of araku and hills of tirumala. I used to have a lot of things to think about, i tried the same and dozed off yesterday. As i signed into my gtalk, one of my friend's status message speaks "Its very simple to be happy, but it is impossible to be simple", not really admirable but it reminds me of some very interesting saying of Schopenhauer "A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants". This reminds of dreams i used to have that remained dreams forever. I wanted to be a pilot in my childhood kiss the clouds, i always had an affinity to heights. Dec 31st - 8 pm, when delhiites were busy lighting up the city for the new year eve, I was right above delhi some 12000 ft. This wasnt my first time flying, nor first time flying to delhi, still i felt happy really happy to be there on that flight. I was looking up at moon through clear sky above clouds, well one might ask a valid question "how come clear sky!!! what happened to the fog that got so many flights and trains cancelled, rescheduled or delayed? ". I too got the same doubt, i started to look down, the very sight made me so happy, all possible levels in my body must have sprung exponentially. There are barely any words to describe that, let me give it a shot. All the fog has some gravity, so it can extend only upto some height say 11900 ft. Due to the enthusiastic celebrations of new year eve, all the fog that is 100 ft beneath me glowed. And the scene just matched one of those pictures shown by space travellers when they just fly out of atmosphere. It made me think some where deep in my heart i always wanted to be an astronaut. Such incidents keep happening which bring this thought of mine to surface and keep it alive all the time. One such incident is the talk by a swiss astronaut in our campus. The pictures of drinking tea with chopsticks, the scene of them sleeping without touching any surface. Huh!! they brought the dream back. Some times i get serious about actually chasing that dream....

PS: Regarding the title, i was thinking what to name it.. thanks to Eagles song Hotel California, that was playin on my laptop. It played "such a lovely place , such a lovely place, such a lovely face......."

Birthday wishes

Just wearing a T-shirt, i came out to have my lunch, i felt the warmth of sun pleasing on this winter evening. As we sat down to eat pizza, sun slowly slipped down, i felt a chill in the air. I have to take a jacket, go to lab, make a presentation and probably ekta is psyched up after today's episode. The episode is nothing complicated, a rather simple one. Rancho offered me to come over to his room and play some piano, both are beginners. Well!! I didnt even begin to learn. I insisted him on playing valse, a classic piece from chopin. Then i came down to go to lab, thought just strike once on door of Meet's room. I ended waking him up. He was in no situation to entertain me, he pointed out a science reporter article by Karthik. As i was busy reading through it, my phone played a seriously weird music. I never remembered an instance, where i set that music for some event. Definitely confused, I looked at the screen of my mobile, Alas!! it said " Preeti's Birthday". I thought "yeah!! ofcourse it is !! today is nov 27th.." But that's an STD call, I need to recharge my phone account. I left hurriedly leaving the article behind, to shop for recharge coupons. As I walk to shop, i thought about how important birthday's are in people's life. Too many incidents flashed into my mind, some were sweet, some were suspicious, some were bad memories.

I remembered chatting with a friend of mine, we had a really good time when we were kids. I had a kind of break during 11th and 12th class with my relations from school. So i fetched up all the contacts and started building up on the relations again. She asked me a question, a question I hate very much, the answer to which seems not important with respect to me, not even a little. So she asked me " Do you remember my birthday?", for obvious reasons I dont know the answer. I dont think birthday is some great event in ones life. I still remember some of my birthday's when i tried dozing off whole morning, but had to attend calls just becoz some people were "concerned" about me and they "cared" about me. And hence I hated that day, a few times. So I replied I dont remember any body's birthday, infact I can't. Then she started telling me how bad I am, I never knew that much "bad" about me. Then she started refining her statements, she had told that she now realized that she was not considered a good friend of me by me, which is not at all true. And our relation was never the same before this event and after this, not even for a moment.
April 19th, thats my birthday [not stating with pride as it apparently sounds], Well its infact on April 20th 2 am, I received a call from an unknown number. I thought "thats really convenient time to receive birthday wishes, I dont mind this call!! ". I received it with full energy, i hear a shrill voice in a very small amplitude. It said "shh...". I thought somebody is in serious trouble, they must have called me for help. I reduced my energy and inquired who it was. It was my friend, and for god's sake she called to wish me. Dont get startled for this weird statement. There is something I would like to explain. In Andhra Pradesh, 11th and 12th class are called intermediate. And so called intermediate colleges are really serious regarding the rules for girls in hostel. They are not supposed to call any strangers, and they are not supposed carry mobiles with them. But even to call parents, they should get through a very long queue at the STD booth. So some people secretly maintain mobiles phone with them, that always remain switched off, and call parents or someone they wanted to call very silently very secretly at really odd times. Believe me!! I also went through such things, it is a serious pain in the ass, its not easy as it sounds. So this friend of mine picked up a mobile which a friend of hers maintained quite secretly and called me at 2 am!! Thats another instance when I thought "is Birthday such an important issue !!"
Recently I have been to Taiwan, there I made a really good friend. Her birthday was on November 11th, I thought i should call her and wish her. That's the least of courtesy I am supposed to show for the help she did to me. I called her and wished her. Her happiness had no bounds, I swear to god she literally went crazy. Obviously I felt happy too, hearing her that happy. After the call, i again thought "Is Birthday really that an important event!!"
I recharged my mobile, called her and she also felt happy. she described the gifts she received.


PS: Unfortunately all the events concerned to this issue are girls, so i always justify myself saying, girls do over-react most of the times.... :P

movies - movies : all around the world

Waiting for five people at select city walk, i gazed lazily at the fountain. And just thought about too many things, i cannot list here. My feet tapping to the waltz played on piano, its a beautiful piece of classical ever invented. Browsing through all the topics ahead of me to think of for the next two -three hours. The most intriguing one being movies and the next one movies. Yeah I am a movie freak, Then why i am i waiting outside alone, instead of watching "Fashion", a movie made by madhur bandarkar [notorious of screwing short worlds, in the name of making realistic movies], like the rest of my friends. I already watched it and i didnt like it, not one bit of it. A movie is not about presenting one single idea using a thousand unrealistic, illogical shots. I am not in a position to give a clear cut definition of what a movie is, yet i have the complete right to give an analysis of a movie. Having watched atleast 200 of the imdb top 250 movies, a classic like shawshank redemption can be easily distiguished from fashion. If i am not wrong at comparing them, one being #1 on the list of all movies and the other being a "Bollywood Sparkler". Definitely i am not, whatever is the movie, whoever made it, i dont care. Finally its me who is watching it, its me one person one brain one perception at the recieving end. The other i read an article of rakshit, which describes less watched yet classics, in campus rumpus. No wonder i watched three of them, fourth one i m not sure. Not all latest movies are about time-slicing and computer graphics. The Dark Knight which i claim to be the best movie i watched in every respect, it has got perfection, logic. If a movie chose to be a one-man or one-woman movie, the crew should make sure that the character has the potential to carry entire movie. unfortunately the "joker" in batman movie had too less role compared to the potential it had and the "meghna mathur" in fashion had too less potential for the time and emotion given to that role. Ofcourse the potential of actor also counts, but thats not all. The very formulation of a character should be so much researched and put forward, that it should demand a level of potential in the actor. Well the discussion ends nowhere.

A biography of 5 min

This is the first time i ever thought of putting my thoughts on a piece of paper, right as they occurred to me. I feel a bit nostalgic, im just not sure about what i m feeling so though. Since the fans in the class room were static, I feel a warmth around my body. The air, though a little bit cold, is refusing to carry my heat, the heat my body is generating for unknown reasons. The warmth I used to feel under the asbestos sheets in the middle of summers, exactly during the chemistry class in 12th class. I didnt like any of the feelings, though i liked to memorize it and compare it with contemplative feeling im getting now. Im not just sure what dream I m chasing, I ve been chasing, I ve chased so far. But i feel intensely energetic to chase those surreal dreams. I am working so hard for the btp, without expecting any returns, none frankly. its not that im really interested in it, if im given a chance to live life differently, im sure i wudnt let that oppurtunity slip out of my hands. Any change or difference intrigues me, makes my thoughts oscillate in an n-dimensional space. Rather oscillate is an organised movement, my mind hsa got really unorganised, unexplained and unperdictable movement. Berry always says its fast, but i see what he is failing to foresee. Its so fast that no interest, no likeliness, no preference, no priorities remain the same all the time. I try to stick to principles, but its hard, they dont change and i get bored of them; i get bored by the rules; i get bored by the leaves that doesnt move; i get bored by the things that doesnt change. I know what i have been craving in my life so far; just a change, a change that keeps changing.

PS 1: I wrote this in cyl 110 class totally bored of what he was teaching, no thinking involved this just came out.

PS 2: Berry is Mr. Gaurav Berry , my BTP partner.

PS 3: BTP is Btech Project, we are supposed to do it here.

saare jaha se acha

As i sip through the dip tea
standing in a waiting line
on the dusty road outside ATM
I feel the sultry climate pricking,
I turn around to wave my hand
to a friend passing by, a cell rang.
Not mine, not of someone i knew,
Ringtone in a feeble monotone sang
saare jaha se acha hindustan hamara
I was lost in the song, so was i in the line
"Bhaai saab!! aage badiye..." A call,
from some one standing behind me.
No!! there was no place for me to advance,
"Are the guys still working at the atm!!"
No !! they already left , why was i still waiting!
The line was cut, by two "gentle-men",
gentlemen -by the way they were dressed,
gentlemen -by the way of their conversation,
Here goes the same mobile again, i disagree,
I totally disagree with that, my country, India
is not the greatest country on earth.
I never wanted it to be one, we never.
I know i would either leave the cup on ATM,
or throw it one side of the road, may be spit
on it just to add to the havoc i just created.
As i enter the csc, i slam the door on the face
of the person right behind me, look at the marks,
recently uploaded and feel jealous abt good-scorers.
I never wanted to think different,
think decent, disciplined and good.
I feel so much fun to let other people down,
watch my nation going down, bribe
the people directly reasonable for it.
Ha ! I proudly hail , I am an Indian!!
We are Indians !!

A dream long awaited

Lights... camera... Action ...
"He is not a criminal, he is a creator!!! He created sensation" These were the words spoken by Puneet Issar about a character by name Tagore played by mega star chiranjeevi. May be these words are spoken before a camera to be screened as a fiction, but they did carry complete sense right to the hearts of people. For one moment and exactly for once did the people think right. They gave him a call, as he describes, a call to take part in their daily life troubles. As always he did answer it, this time in a way that led himself right into the people. Yes he is joining the stream of politics just to make it clean, literally. His speech was mind blowing, as a matter of fact he is a good actor, so good is he at his heart. This is the first time in the history of any politics , atleast in india, where a person with such huge following, with a lot of humanity and zeal to serve people coming into politics. The way he accepted the fact that we are lagging behind in basic amenities on par with developed and developing countries, instead of just bragging about "samskruti","parampara" and "charithra" as would any other politician do, is the beginning of the difference he is going to make. He is the only one that could be instrumental in changing the way atleast 5% of indian population think. All this started on the birthday of social service symbol mother teresa. The name of the party is "praja rajyam" [people's empire] the caption "preme lakshyam, seve margam" [ love is the goal, service is the path]. So watch out for a great change in Andhra pradesh.

PS1 : I really loved the caption but it wud be awesome if it was reverse, as in , service is the goal and love is the path.

PS2 : For all the dudes and dudettes of other states, please dont envy the development here. Try making a very good human being such a powerful icon [ i dont think amitabh or srk satisfy all the required conditions].

PS3 : "Inta varaku nayakulu party lo puttatam chusanu, ippude telisindi asalaina nayakudu janallo pudatarani..[till now i have seen leaders emerging from parties, only now have i seen that actual leader emerges from people....]" by K S Viswanath to the same tagore.